C2358 Poor Middle-aged Man

A small snake was floating rapidly in the forest, like a beautiful figure in the dark, or like a green bamboo that was darting around.

In that short moment, the little snake had already swam through the forest, making no sound or movement. As described in Xu Zhimo's poem, I came gently without taking away a cloud. I walked softly without leaving a trace.

Oh, it left a mark